The Golden Downtown

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I dreamed that the brass buttons on my tunic were weeping, a slow, golden tear that ran down the fabric and pooled in the crease of my elbow, heavy and warm as blood. I woke with the taste of copper on my tongue and the phantom weight of a badge I no longer carried, a disc of polished metal that had once been the center of my world, now just a cold thing I kept in a velvet box at the bottom of...

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